She pulled back. Rest, Lorcan. Ill be here again when you wake.
What Aelin had saved until the end, had not wanted to part with until the very last dregs of her were given to the Lock, to the Wyrdgate.Aelin held out her other hand, and the kernel of flame sputtered to life within it.
An ordinary gift. A Fire-Bringer no more.But Aelin all the same.A prodding kick from Kyllian had Aedion awake before dawn.
He groaned as he stretched out on the cot in the Great Hall, the space still dim. Countless other soldiers slumbered around him, their heavy breathing filling the room.He squinted at the small lantern that Kyllian held above him.
Its time, Kyllian said, his eyes weary and red-rimmed.
Theyd all looked better. Been better.Whatever for? Hafiza chuckled. You have found love, and happiness, Yrene. There is nothing more that I could ever wish for you.
Yrene wiped away the tear that slipped out. I just—I dont want you to think I wasted your time—Hafiza crowed with laughter. Wasted my time? Yrene Towers—Yrene Westfall. The ancient woman cupped Yrenes face with her strong, ancient hands. You have saved us all. Yrene closed her eyes as Hafiza pressed a kiss to her brow. A blessing and a farewell.
You will stay in these lands, Hafiza said, her smile unwavering. But even with the ocean dividing us, we will remain linked here. She touched her chest, right over her heart. And no matter the years, you will forever have a place at the Torre. Always.Yrene put a shaking hand over her own heart and nodded.